And speaking of Madeleine, she has been getting more and more active in her jungle gym of dining room chairs. Here she is performing what looks like some variation of pull-ups or other calisthenic excercise. While most pull-ups are done to achieve upper body strength, Madeleine's goal instead seemed to be to get her mouth on one of the horizontal chair rungs so she could suck on it:
And finally, on the subject of Madeleine's workouts, she is crawling all over the place; however, her crawling style doesn't exactly match her excited determination to get from here to there. Instead, she sort of plods along, looking much like a cat stalking its prey, except for the fact that she smacks each hand loudly on the ground rather than sneaking up stealthily. She is also going through the fun stage of screaming every time I (or whoever is playing with her) leaves the room, then she proceeds to take off in her measured, deliberate crawl after me (or other person.) Ethan and I find something so amusingly pathetic about her slow, plodding crawl, with her head hanging down and her ongoing wail of injustice. Last night, I was in the living room with Madeleine, who was happily playing with toys on the rug. I was exhausted and resting quietly on the couch, whereas Ethan and Julia were in the kitchen being raucous and making all sorts of noise. Madeleine had her back to me, and she must have forgotten I was in the room with her, because at one point she heard Julia exclaim something in delight and then press the button on her talking fridge magnet set, and before I knew it, Madeleine began wailing and started her pathetic woebegone crawl off towards the kitchen. I had to call her name over and over to get her to stop for a minute, turn, and look at me; by this point she had gotten all the way into the adjacent dining room, and as soon as she saw me on the couch, she resumed her wailing, turned her body around, and started her slow, pathetic crawl back into the living room.
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